I get up like a rocket in a hurricane  Then it's off to work like a runaway train  Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail  It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail  Back and forth in a game of pickle  I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle    Walking that sideshow tight rope making ends meet  That organ grinder be in a bind without me  In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules  But everytime that music plays I know what to do    Every Friday night at the honky tonk  Me and my baby make that dive jump  When our buckles bump, I tell you what  That girl is packing some powerful stuff, powerful stuff  And when we get home she plays me like a fiddle  Makin' sweet music with the monkey in the middle    Walking that sideshow tightrope, makin' ends meet  That organ grinder be in a bind without me  In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules  But everytime that music plays sugar I know what to do    And then.  I get up like a rocket in a hurricane  Then it's off to work like a runaway train  Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail  It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail  Back and forth in a game of pickle  I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle